Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Compounding
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Adele 19
Who wants to be right as rain
It's better when something is wrong
You get excitement in your bones
And everything you do's a game
When night comes and your all on your own
You can say I chose to be alone
Who want to be right as rain
It's harder when your on top
Cause when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Who wants to be riding high
When you'll just crumble back on down
You give up everything you are
And even then you don't get far
They make believe that everything
Is exactly what it seems
But at least when your at your worst
You know how to feel things
See when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Go ahead and still my heart
To make me cry again
Cause it will never hurt
As much as it did then
When we were both right
And no one had blame
But now I give up
On this endless game
Cause who wants to be right as rain
It's better when something is wrong
I get excitement in your bones
Even thought everything's a strain
When night comes and I'm all on my own
You should know I chose to be alone
So who want to be right as rain
It's harder when your on top
Cause when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
It's better when something is wrong
You get excitement in your bones
And everything you do's a game
When night comes and your all on your own
You can say I chose to be alone
Who want to be right as rain
It's harder when your on top
Cause when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Who wants to be riding high
When you'll just crumble back on down
You give up everything you are
And even then you don't get far
They make believe that everything
Is exactly what it seems
But at least when your at your worst
You know how to feel things
See when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Go ahead and still my heart
To make me cry again
Cause it will never hurt
As much as it did then
When we were both right
And no one had blame
But now I give up
On this endless game
Cause who wants to be right as rain
It's better when something is wrong
I get excitement in your bones
Even thought everything's a strain
When night comes and I'm all on my own
You should know I chose to be alone
So who want to be right as rain
It's harder when your on top
Cause when hard work don't pay off
And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed
As far as I'm concerned
So wipe that dirty smile off
We won't be making up
I've cried my heart out
And now I've had enough of love
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Should I?
Should I give up? Or just keep chasing pavement? Even if it leads nowhere? Would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place? Should I leave it there?
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Song in my head
I am free, I am free, I am free in your love. I'm sustained, I'm sustained, I'm sustained by your love.
This part of a song has been stuck in my head all day. I love this part :) Aaron you write great songs man.
This part of a song has been stuck in my head all day. I love this part :) Aaron you write great songs man.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Undefinable
I do not have to worry about letting anyone down or fitting into anyone's mold-for there
is no mold that can contain me. You cannot put me in a box yet neither can I be framed.
I am a work of art...but one never meant to be left hanging on a wall. I am a living piece
of art. Many words are used to describe me, but beauty and majesty cannot be uttered
through mere words. The only way to see me or comprehend the concept of me is to
encounter me. Even then, I am more than a concept. I am a way of life, and a style is me.
Undefinable by this world and even the world unseen; for I am more than these things.
I am waiting. I am moving. I am dancing. I am patiently and inpatiently sitting. I am alive.
I am more than life, but I am not alive by myself.
When I feel dead to myself i live in my dreams. I make my dreams realities, and I make
reality seem like a dream.
I perplex the most knowledgeable of scholars, and I astound the most skilled of artists.
A dictionary cannot define me. Nor can a painting or a photograph.
Words have tried for years to limit me to what others said I was, but I have broken past
that jail cell. I have set myself free.
Free does not even define me. Nor does idealistic.
I am not to be categorized.
I am not classifiable.
Unique does not even cut it.
Real is a good word for me. But even that does not compare to the reality of me.
I am invincible. My heart is made of steel and yet as delicate as a wet painting. I am as
easily stained aw wet porcelain, but I am rugged as a rock.
I tried to tell you, I perplex the best puzzle workers.
I am a problem that cannot be solved. There is no formula to solve my equation. Yet I
am not even a mere problem.
I am the solution for many problems...yet I am not a solution to be used.
I am a song to be sung, but one that can never be written.
I am the epitome of faith, yet I am the root of reason.
I am wisdom that is bestowed upon me...but I am as foolish as a child.
I am unbreakable...yet so easily broken.
I tried to tell you. I cannot be defined, but you did not believe me.
I am doing my best to put me on paper, but even paper and pen are not the correct
medium to capture my meaning or message.
My life is a life of life (as much sense as that makes).
I am the best of jokes and the most impactful quote.
I am as stretchable as a rubber band, but as stubborn as a stain on white canvas.
You cannot eraese (scratch that) erase me but my impact keeps coming back like
weeds in your front lawn for all to see.
I am as silly as dyslexia. I am as hair-brained as a scarecrow.
I cannot spell words sometimes (as proven previously and left for example) but I am
as eloquent as Frost.
I am as white as snow but as free flowing as the ocean.
I am as seasonal as the weather.
I am as harsh as frostbite but as gentle as a butterfly.
I can fly away, yet I can walk one step at a time.
I spread my wings slowly but rashly with wisdom in proper time.
I cannot be summed up.
I am unforgettable.
I am undefinable.
I am a paradox.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Forever a Victim? I don't think so....
I woke up yesterday with the most dumbfounding thoughts in my head. I have been depressed and upset for a long, long time. And this morning I woke up and realized that I am still breathing. That just because I exist doesn't mean I am living. I have been a victim of my circumstances for far too long. It's called the past for a reason. It's behind me. I feel so good right now. I am so happy. It's time to stop complaining and use my energy to GET UP and not to recycle my pain. I WILL NOT STAY IN A STATE OF DEFEAT!!! I will not be a victim. It's time to be the somebody's answer and not somebody's problem. Even if you don't help me, even if you don't support me, even if you don't encourage me, even if you're not there for me, even if you don't believe in me; i believe in myself and I WILL GET UP! I can now stand on what I've been through and move on. Everyone out of my way :)
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